Swan Tower

Dang it, Internets, you are suppose to entertain me, and you are failing. One thing I preferred about being on East Coast time: in the wee hours of my morning, the West Coast folks might still be updating their LJs. But alas, I'm sitting here on a Friday night with hardly anybody giving me anything to read.

Well, tonight was supposed to be a night of productivity anyway. And it has been: so far, I've gotten 1,007 words on the ongoing story. But I think we'll need to have another work session tonight, because this story, y'see, it has already passed short story territory and is charging merrily through novelette on its way to a possible novella. (Which is part of last night's whininess: I keep working on this damn thing and it isn't done yet. Novellas: the worst of both worlds.) Anyway, while it isn't absolutely critical that I finish it before the calendar page turns, I would like to, and that means it's advisable to get through this damn scene tonight.

But first I need to figure out who the characters are going to talk to, and what he knows.

In my non-writing time, I've been entertaining myself while doing other downstairsy things by re-watching the first half of Kenneth Branagh's Hamlet. Quibble all you like with his interpretation; I will always love it for being full-length. And this re-watch has made me realize my favorite stretch is from the conclusion of the interior play to the moment Claudius sends Hamlet off to England. Why? Because that's probably the densest stretch of Hamlet being a smart-ass in the entire play, and I do love him when he's a smart-ass. I've thought for quite a while now that he's probably one of the literary ancestors of Francis Crawford of Lymond.

Meh. I think it's time to practice that time-honored writerly technique known as "flopping on the bed and staring at the ceiling until I can bludgeon my brain into working." I have to get these characters to Coldharbour somehow.

From a review of my short story "Letter Found in a Chest Belonging to the Marquis de Montseraille Following the Death of That Worthy Individual":

". . . has the feel of a counterfactual, but I Googled it and there is no such person."

It wasn't my explicit intent to present this story as some kind of alternate history, but the instant I read this line, I realized that was the general vibe I wanted it to have. So: wiktory! The reviewer calls the story "very elegant," too, so a win all around.

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Yesterday, while deleting "Tower in Moonlight" from my submissions tracker, I realized I have fewer than ten short stories out on the market. I don't think that's been true since spring of 2002, when I went on a big story-writing binge and knocked out six in eight weeks; my stubbornness about selling those early stories, plus other binges on later occasions, have kept my inventory pretty well stocked. But my recent short-fiction drought, coupled with the tendency of my newer pieces to sell faster (yes, Swan, you are getting better at this game), means I'm down to nine.

Which, y'know, isn't a small number. But it keeps shrinking, and I keep not putting new stories on the market; other than "Once a Goddess," -- which sold three weeks after I finished the draft, not helping the problem -- I haven't put anything new into circulation for over a year.

I think that when I complete this current piece (and give the stupid thing a title), I'm going to make myself revise "On the Feast of the Firewife" before I start anything new. Or "Footsteps," which last time I checked just needed a better last line or something. Or give "The Memories Rise to Hunt" to my new critique group and see if this time we can figure out what that story needs in order to work -- a question I've been pondering for far too long now. Or even "Sciatha Reborn," except what that one needs is for me to finish fixing its world, and that might be more work than I can really do right now.

<scrounges through list of completed stories for other things that ought to have gone out the door ages ago>

Righty. All of that is a good idea, but first, this stupid novelette-maybe-novella needs finishing. I'm pretty sure I have at least six scenes left, which means we've still got a ways to go.